“The one about you.”
She turned and walked out. The door clicked shut. Sabrina Carpenter Good Luck- Babe- -Chappell...
The air between them tightened. Sabrina crossed her arms—not defensive, exactly. More like she was holding herself together. “I’m not the one who left.” “The one about you
Sabrina stood up slowly, brushing dust off her jeans. “You don’t get to write songs about me and then show up here like nothing happened.” Sabrina Carpenter Good Luck- Babe- -Chappell...
“You look busy,” Chappell said.
But here they were. Again.
Chappell didn’t answer right away. She wandered into the living room, picked up a framed photo of Sabrina and some guy neither of them remembered the name of, and set it back down. “You heard the new single?”